"Senior, why did you bring me here, exactly?"
Alan finally couldn't hold back and asked Blanche directly.
Blanche, however, merely chuckled softly without giving a straightforward answer. Instead, she strode over to one of the nearby steles and, without warning, delivered a fierce whip kick.
Boom!
With a deep rumble, countless cracks spiderwebbed across the stele's already weathered surface.
Moments later, the ancient monument, which had withstood the passage of countless years, collapsed entirely into a pile of rubble.
Amidst the debris, a massive mana core gradually emerged, revealing its shimmering form.
Alan stared in surprise and turned to Blanche.
"This is…?"
Blanche nodded with a faint smile.
"That's right. What you're seeing is a mana core containing the Origin Mana of one of the fantasy beasts."
"If we were to use today's standards to measure its quality," she added, "its purity would be equivalent to that of a ninth-grade mana core."
